The night was as cold as water, and there was a sound of wind coming through the window lattice, and the dust picked up clung to the bed curtains and floated.
Ji Jiu opened the curtain on the couch and seemed to feel something, but after waiting and waiting, the whole room was silent, and there was no sound after the wind. The air in the dark night was cold and the lights were dim. In this atmosphere, this simple study suddenly became quiet and lonely. He was supposed to spend the month of free time with his wife and children, but on the first day he returned home, he saw the woman in his arms as his face on the bed, as if he was watching him being overthrown. Under him...he couldn't even escape. He gritted his teeth and finished in a hurry before pretending to leave as if nothing had happened.
From now on, the joy and joy in the ordinary people's boudoir no longer had anything to do with him. Even if he didn't want to admit it, the influence of the monster on him could not be erased. Even if it healed, there would still be scars left, just like old wounds.
Ji Jiu stood up, put on his robe and sat on the couch. The moonlight entered the room, and the sky and earth in front of the couch were as empty as water. After looking at it for a moment, he walked out.
There was no one in the courtyard. He only wore his inner clothes and walked in the courtyard with his hair disheveled. The night wind picked up his hair, raising and falling again, as if there was an invisible hand in the air, caressing him reluctantly.
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